Physical Comfort

It is late morning as my friends and I carefully trudge down the hill to embark on the smaller, family-friendly corn maze (the larger one is situated at the other end of the farm). Each of us is holding our baby to our chest using a carrier, and except for me, everyone in our groupContinue reading “Physical Comfort”

Evidence of Existence

I am on a decluttering spree, and I am almost done cleaning out and reorganizing the linen closet. I’ve refolded the towels, separating the solid-colored bath ones from the printed beach ones. Once I find a basket to hold the hand towels, I should be able to check the linen closet off my to-do list.Continue reading “Evidence of Existence”

Climbing That Tree

This evening I’m aiming for a Western meal.  Baby spinach with sliced strawberries and crushed roasted almonds and walnuts with a homemade vinegrette dressing; frozen lasagna that is baked until the edges are browned and crackling; and a warmed Italian loaf with grass-fed butter, presented on a wooden cutting board. As Danith and his momContinue reading “Climbing That Tree”